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table each night? As for loving a cock up his ass... I have
not heard such at all. Not about him . Maria has mentioned that you enjoy
that kind of thing however?" The look he gave was direct, and still a bit
mean.
    To his credit,
the Baron shrugged.
    "At times.
I didn't mean to imply that Timon Baker was less for enjoying such, merely that
I might sway him with my charms."
    That got a
small smile from the Count, and he managed to relax a bit then.
    "Ah. Good
then. I'd feared you meant to insult him, using his trauma as a goad. I will
warn you of this though, do not seek him for challenge. Nor any of his
family, I would hazard. Not simply because it might be the last thing you would
do, either. It would annoy them, and I'd rather avoid that. We all owe
far too great a debt there to even hint at playing that way."
    Wisely, Riven
bowed, first to his Count, and then to her. She didn't buy for a second that he
understood that these people could all kill him at need, including the
little girl, but he did comprehend debt, once it was pointed out to him.
    "I
understand. Well, should I get back to begging, or just go and empty my coffers
in an attempt to make things right? I can't afford a war right now. I've been
putting nearly everything I have into the effort against the King."
    Maria didn't
roll her eyes. Hiding that kind of thing from the spies would be wasted effort.
Still, a tiny bit of circumspection was useful, if only to keep habits solid.
    Her husband
shook his head, slowly.
    "Fix the
mess you made. I won't order it done, but it wasn't the best plan for
our people. I would rather we leave here friends." That was dangerous to
say, Maria knew.
    Not about them
being friends, but suggesting so boldly that the Baron had made a dire mistake,
and needed to repair the damage done. That kind of thing could cause wars, and had .
    Riven sucked in
a deep breath and let it out slowly. He'd just mentioned not wanting to
start a massive conflict and that left only asking for a duel. That, or being
sensible and realizing that Marvin hadn't ordered him to use all his coin to
fix things either. All he had to do was make it right as he saw fit.
    "It will
be done." Then he bowed again, clearly expecting to be sent away.
    Maria needed to
see what kind of message he might have, however. If that was a real thing. Honestly,
he probably wouldn't have anything all that important. Every piece of the
puzzle was useful however.
    "Marvin,
would it be all right if I entertained Riven here for a while? I hate to be
indiscreet, but we should try to keep our friendships strong, do you not
believe?"
    Her husband was
clearly torn then. On the one hand he would be wanting to put the Baron through
a wall, for insulting a friend of theirs. On the other, he did love his
wife, and tended to defer to her in matters of sex.
    "Fine.
Perhaps I should come and join you? Test out how fond you actually are of
having things in your... behind?" He practically glared at the Baron, who
bowed back then. It wasn't said in a way to engender the idea that anyone would
be enjoying themselves when the act took place either. There was no sense of
flirtation. No soft eyes or tilted head to make it seem playful or sexy.
    It was a bit
threatening, which was a thing that Maria understood. Marvin was almost
jealously protective of the Baker family, after all.
    The Baron
Kleptor wasn't all that happy with the invitation at the moment, but you didn't
really tell a Count that he couldn't use your behind if he wanted.
Especially if you were on his list of people he wished to do without that day. It
might not be politic for a friendly and kind man such as Count Ward to simply
kill the man, or proclaim a war over the insults given, but that didn't mean he
couldn't do those things. Or worse . In fact it was well within his
traditional rights.
    The fellow was
clearly feeling less than good about the idea, but opened his mouth to accept
anyway. No matter how large Count Ward was, once his